Occasus (MetaSol Alt application)

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Out-Of-Character Details

Alternate Minecraft Account Name: TempestCesare

Already Accepted Minecraft Account Name: MetaSol

How old are you?: 18

In-Character Details

Character Name: Occasus Crepusculum

Character Race: Elf

Character biography - Make this at least 2 paragraphs long, which must explain your character’s history, appearance, personality, age and any other details you deem necessary:

The Fallen One, Master Occasus Crespusculum, the true last promoted Master of the Flowing Sun Style. His eyes are a leering purple gaze beneath his black robes, the long body covering robe that swamps his entire strengthen figure underneath. Years upon years of training under the art, from it's very origins, it's very first student has shaped his warrior body into one of great power and force to be reckon with. He stands at nearly six feet, and five inches tall, happy to not only hold his stature in both power and height, but in his whispering words. Yet it is the gaze in his eyes that tells the hardest of tales, and the whispering words detail the length of his desires. Occasus will do much that others would call horrid to even consider an act of the very morality, Occasus sees it as simply using another angle in the ever ending battle against oppression.

From his earliest years of training with his brother's, he had always risen and train in the martial arts. There he found not only family, but also love...till the day the members were killed off one by one...and Oren itself failed to do what it could to save the one he loved over all others. He in himself, begun to side against the very lands the art had risen, in his own heart, he was doing what was right, to undo the wrong.

What are your characters ambitions?:

To see Oren fall, the entire empire of humanity's corruption. He in himself does not see humans themselves as corrupt, as he had found many to be useful and even likeable, but when kept together under a fool's banner, they are lead down the dark path, and as the walker of that path, he plans to see it all set straight once more.

Please provide an in-game screenshot of your skin here: Master Occusus

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Open-Response-Questions

Anwser at least two of the below questions with a minimum of one full paragraph, and detail the scene you are given in the way it would happen in roleplay. These questions should be answered in first person. Be detailed, not short.

Upon entering the Mighty Human City of Arethor, you come across a shop-keeper calling out to sell his wares to passers-by. The shopkeeper is not a Human, he is a poor dwarf looking to make a living in a new city. What is your response?

The sounds of laughter, of life living in joyous, foolish hope and aspirations filled the long gentle ears of Occasus, his purple eyes glowing from underneath his hood as he tried to stay far from the Oren Knights, but nevertheless they ordered the hood off like any other stranger into the city. Growling coldly to himself he maintained a composure of sincere apologeties to the knights for their /noble/ duties as he turned to busy himself, and return to his pacings when a strange poor drawf begun to try to haggle various goods to him. A chance opened to him, a possilibity and a link, a ripple to begin his true noble work...

"My good man, I can not bare to see such a proud creature beaten by the shackles of the world upon him, come forth, I will set upon you what is worthy of your cause, and of your life. Just follow me..." His voice was careful, subtly trying to play up this wretched creature's value, because even if he was poor in funds of the world, he was not poor in his value in information, and what one may say around him...and what he could potentially hear...

You’re wandering the Oren Road late at night, when a large Orc begins to threaten a nearby dwarf. There is no help nearby, and the situation looks like it will escalate into violence soon, what does your character do?

One more ripple in the lake of Oren He thought coldly, as he pushed outwards from Arethor, refreshing his thoughts under the cold dark cower of his ever symbolic hood. His eyes peered with a darkly gaze into the shadows of the night, the sounds quiet and serene, how he had always found them when he had begun his training, intil a panic gruffle of voices and sounds erupts from his side, and Occasus finds himself pivoting his body slowly to the shadows out of instinct, slipping in almost complete silence. His eyes were his only talltale sign, peering from the shadows as the gibberish and annoyance reached his ears of the unintelligable nonsense of the Orcish language. He had never taken to bother to learn the savage language, but had instead bothered to learn of their /honor/. Or in his own terms...

How I can use it against them... He smiled a dark, leering smile as he withdrew a very sharp, pointed steel dagger, running his finger against it's edge, as he also drew his robeds further off his arms, giving him access to the double blades on his back, and also full use of his arms. He jabbed the dagger right next to his left knee, trying his hardest to make it look like a true injury as he smirked coldly, as the drawf begun to retreat in fear, and the orc roared it's displeasure even more, "I never really cared for their kind..." He muttered simply as he begun to seemingly limp into the fray, his hands on the swords, and his /dagger injury/ slowing his retreat...the blood on his finger, as he had traced the dagger would serve his own announcement.

The orc could smell the blood of the newcomer, of Occasus just like he had planned, as it's heavy tusked and digusting musk of a scent turned to him, speaking in that barbaric tongue of blah, Occasus simply smiled as he held his hand on his sides. "You want to hurt don't you...silly savage, might is right is it not...? Then why do you not prove it to me, leave the weak creature alone and prove real might against som-...well by the light, it seems I have forgotten of my injury..." He stopped, as the Orc glared at the seemingly injured leg, as Occasus simply looked back up at him, "We can not have an honorable klomp from this, and how would your clanmates look upon you, seeing you purposefully klomp a handicapped foe..."

And he waited, and waited as the Orc thought it over, spoke more in his language...before driving a /borrowed/ weapon from the drawf who had dropped his battle axe into it's own knee, the blood seeping from the wound as the Orc, now sastified his klomp was on even grounds, begun a deadly battlecry, and staggered to his seemingly equally crippled foe. Occasus on the other hand, let the creature charge, timing it's motions, whispering to himself...before he pivoted his body with a flurry of motion the Orc hadn't expected and slashed out on his right arm, aiming his cuts directly near it's wrist as the creature yelled in both anger and pain as the blades cut in deeply into it's green flesh. Smiling coldly at the disception of honor, Occasus felt the battle was already his when the creature suddenly turned it's flailing pain, into a powerful swing with it's bloodied arm, and smashed Occasus into the ground with a powerful thud, his senses scattered Occasus swore as he heard the thuds of the ORc coming closer, threats of taking his life, as one last ploy came into mind...

"Look me in my damn eyes and say that you barbarian..." He spat at the ground, as he found all to soon the neck wringling sensation of being lifted off the ground, and held in front of the creature, staring into it's bloodied face and eyes, as it snared how his body would taste, a endless, pointless taunt as Occasus smiled simply...and with the hand not trying to attempt the futile instinctive action of protecting his neck, drove the dagger he had used earlier to fake the injury, into a real injury, directly into the Orc's exposed, defenseless neck...

Whilst walking down the road to Malinor, you stumble upon an old man. His walking stick , looks weak and frail, and just as you are about to ask something, the stick breaks, and the man falls to the ground. As he falls down, a bag of Minas falls to the ground, and splits open. As you watch the multiple coins spill out, you peer down at the defenseless man. What does your character do?:

"My good sir, I am most sorry it seems you are most injured..." Occasus looked down at the man, the money that had spilled upon the ground, and his stick as he smiles offering a tender hand to the frail old man. "There is much we can discuss, but not here, where one can be riddled with the issues of a social world, let us sit where we can commerate our age of knowledge and growth, perhapes, even discuss the history of our own lives..." Occasus was careful with his words, for everyone was a potential ripple, but the ripple could always...always come back on him. His gestures were pleasant as his own face was, the serenity that helped convey the message of helpfulness. His words were respectful of the man, speaking highly of him and of his wisdom, so much...that the man, laden with age and of time running short forgot the coins left behind him, a potential thought, a potential nook to hit later.

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